The Book of Tudllan
By Tim Hamer
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When Alfie’s mother falls gravely ill, doctors say only a miracle can save her.
Having only just moved to the seaside town of Tudllan, Alfie and his dad desperately search to find a cure. Almost at the point of giving up hope, Alfie hears of a local legend about a sacred cup, mentioned in an ancient book, the Book of Tudllan.
Over one and a half thousand years earlier, Cai, a young slave, narrowly escapes with his life from a battle, having sworn to his dying master, one of the last Roman centurions in Britannia, to deliver a mysterious bundle to a man named Gwion, at a remote sanctuary. He later learns that the bundle contains a sacred cup with healing powers, also known as the Holy Grail.
Was that sanctuary Tudllan, and does the ancient Book of Tudllan hold clues to its secret resting place?
Alfie, and his friend Melanie, must race against time to decipher the book’s clues in the hope of finding the cup, before a gang of ruthless treasure hunters do. Alfie believes that it is the only thing that can save his mother. But does the cup really exist, is the legend true and can it be found in time?
Tim Hamer
Tim Hamer was born in Birmingham. He attended King Edwards School and graduated in Engineering from Durham University. He took up a career in Publishing, working for the Thomson Corporation and then as Director of Knowledge for the Institution of Engineering and Technology. He first started creating stories for his children at bedtime. Their love of history, fantasy and adventure stories inspired his first novel The Book of Tudllan. He now writes, carves stone dragons, and builds dry-stone walls on the wild headland of the Great Orme.
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The Book of Tudllan - Tim Hamer
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For my mother, Margaret Heaton Hamer, my wife, Christine and sons, Ben and Harry
Thanks also to C. Peever for her beautiful illustrations
There are certain special places,
Places so ancient, unchanging and elemental
They shape and forge the very nature of all who dwell in them
Contents
1
A Mystery in the Wood
Alfie shrank quickly back into the shadow of the tree next to him. He pressed his face against its rough bark and froze. A faint tingle of fear raced down his spine. Just down the wooded slope, about twenty metres in front of him, a beam of white torchlight scythed through the cold dusk air, flicking left and right, and a rough, deep voice shouted commands. A heavy car door slammed shut.
Alfie often walked to the Abbey wood in the evening. It helped him wind down from the day and collect his thoughts. Some of the trees were huge. Oaks, chestnut, spruce, beech and ash towered above him as he strolled. During the day, sunlight would dance through the green leaves, making flickering shadow-patterns on the soft leafy floor. Birds would flit through the branches, twittering, looking for tasty insects and bugs.
Further through the wood lay the ruins of the old Abbey. There, the tall trees thinned and the land transformed into the remnants of great orchards, which had once been full of damson, pear and apple trees tended by the nuns and monks of the Abbey, planted over a thousand years ago for firewood, timber and food. The orchards had dwindled to tangled scrub now, with self-seeded and straggly trees poking through layers of brambles. Reaching the ruins, Alfie would often sit on the huge limestone step of the Abbey’s entrance, looking out to the sea. After a sunny day, the stone would soak up the sun’s heat and become warm to sit on. It was a great viewpoint from which to observe the coast, as dusk approached. The ancient step had been worn into a scooped shape through heavy use, and he would often wonder who else had sat there over the thousand years since, looking out over the same sea. Who were they, what were their lives like and what did they think about the world? At night, however, it was silent. Velvety blackness was all-surrounding and muffled both light and sound. Deep earthy scents lingered in hollows and sometimes mist would creep along the ground. Alfie liked twilight the best, the in-between bit when light and shadow mingled. It was his special place and time, when it felt magical, secret and strangely safe.
Not tonight, though. Ahead of him, in the half-light, he could now make out three figures. Three tall men in combat kit, standing around a large black truck which had enormous wheels, his own height. The truck had ploughed up the surrounding soil into deep ruts as it had turned and stopped on the path. Alfie held his breath and watched. No-one came to the Abbey wood at night. Only foxes, bats and the occasional weirdo. Alfie included himself in the last category.
At that moment, a broad shaft of moonlight moved slowly across the forest floor until it bathed the truck in its bright silvery light. The figures positioned themselves around the truck, like celebrity minders, then one of them tapped three times on the truck door. The door swung open and a small figure stepped out, carrying what looked like a suitcase. Alfie strained his head forward a little around the tree, so he could see better. The small figure was a smartly dressed woman, with pale skin and short, silver hair. She wore a dark suit, buttoned up to her neck and round, gold-rimmed glasses perched on the end of her nose. She looked around, seeming to check for further sound or movement. Then placed the suitcase on a low, flat tree stump, and took out a pair of white gloves from her side pocket and carefully put them on. She opened the suitcase and looked in, as if it was a deep well.
As she dipped her hands into it, twinkles of soft yellow, red and green lights escaped. Out came a book, a large leather-bound book, locked with a metal clasp and studded with brightly coloured jewels that glittered in the moonlight. She took out a large, ornate key from her pocket and inserted it into the lock, turned it once, and it sprang open with a click
. Then, using two hands to lift the heavy cover, she opened the book, and turned quickly to a page that had been marked with a long ribbon. She ran her gloved finger along the written lines of the book. He saw her lips move, as her eyes scanned the text, but he was too far away to make out the words.
She looked up, in the direction towards the ruins of the old Abbey below, and a smile momentarily played across her face but quickly vanished again. She then carefully closed the book, and a crisp click
issued from the book’s metal clasp as it locked again. Gently placing it back in the suitcase, she closed it and swung it back into the truck.
As his eyes adjusted to the twilight, Alfie could now see the other three men better. They were all kitted out identically in dark combat trousers, heavy boots and roll neck jumpers, like commandos. Two had black beanies on their heads while the third, built like a rugby prop forward, had a shock of buzz cut red hair and a goatee beard.
The woman turned and spoke in a clear commanding way. Poliakov, take your men down to the Abbey.
There was a grunt of Da, boss
from the goatee, and the rest of the men started to move down a narrow, muddy track to the ruins. The moonlight faded as a cloud passed in front, and an inky black manifested around them. They’re going away, Alfie thought, and instinctively breathed a sigh of relief. But in the new silence it sounded like a sneeze.
What was that…?!
snapped the woman. …Check it out, Poliakov.
The goatee giant turned and began to crash through the undergrowth, like an armoured tank, heading straight for him. A sudden prickle of fear tingled all over Alfie’s body. Had he seen him? No, he couldn’t have. Could he? Should he run? He shrank back and pressed even closer behind the tree trunk. If he ran now, he could probably escape, he knew the fields, woods and tracks around here well, and he could run fast. The man was now almost in front of him, his torch beaming into the undergrowth